THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Aiden flew pass the forest, searching for the location of the mystery woman, his heart beating furiously as he pondered on the issue which confused him. If the woman was his lifemate, why had he been attracted to Emma? Why had he seen colors with her being around?

A short smile danced on his lips as his eyes located a small community, and then the small, but biggest house there.

The house was small, at the edge of the forest where the mountain met the timberline. It was surrounded by other small bungalows. The interior was dark, with only a few lights glowing softly in one or two rooms and perhaps a hallway, while the witches took their rest. He knew that he had stepped into a witch zone. He was aware that it might ruse up a war. But his confirmation of who the lady was, was worth it.

He settled on the balcony outside her second-story window and became still. His dark, burning eyes found her through the clear glass, found her and claimed her.

She was small-boned, curvy, with a tiny waist and a wealth of red hair tumbling down her back to draw attention to her rounded bottom. His breath caught in his throat. She was exquisite, beautiful, her skin like satin, her eyes incredibly large, intensely blue, fringed with thick, long lashes. Not a detail escaped him. A white lace gown clung to her skin, hugged her high, full breasts, and bared the line of her throat, her creamy shoulders. Her feet were small, like her hands. So much strength in such a small package.

Lifemate!

He knew it like he knew his own name.

But what about Emma?

She brushed her hair, standing at the window, looking out with unseeing eyes. Her face held a faraway expression; there were lines of strain around her full, sensuous mouth. He could feel pain in her, and the need for sleep that refused to come. He found himself following every stroke of the brush. Her movements were innocent, erotic. Imprisoned within the bird’s form, his body stirred. He reverently turned up his face to the heavens in thanks. He would worry about the issue of Emma later.

Was it possible to have two lifemates?

He laughed at his deductions, a bit impatient for his brother to wake up already, so that he could fill him up with details.

Every action with the brush lifted her breasts invitingly, emphasized her narrow rib cage and small waist. The lace clung to her body, revealing the dark vee at the juncture of her legs. Talons dug deeply into the railing, leaving long scars in the soft wood. Still Aiden watched, entranced. She was graceful, enticing. He found his hot gaze dwelling on her soft throat, the pulse beating steadily in her neck.

His.

Abruptly, he pulled away from the thought, shook his head.

Blue eyes. Blue.

She had blue eyes. It was only then that he realized he was seeing in color. Vivid, brilliant colors. He went utterly still. It could not be.

Whereas with Emma, he already saw colors limitedly, this was on a whole new level. He could see and feel the glory of the trees as the wind blew around them.

He watched as she picked up a book from the table, and lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching.

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Her question was tentative.

At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn’t afford to be out of control; he didn’t dare. No one had power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.

“I know you can hear me. I’m sorry I intruded. It was thoughtless of me; it won’t happen again. But just for the record, don’t try flexing your muscles on me again.” She said.

He was glad he was in the form of a creature, so he couldn’t smile. She didn’t know what muscle was.

“I was not offended.” He said.

He sent the reassurance in gentle tones. He had to answer; it was nearly a compulsion. He needed the sound of her voice, the soft whisper brushing in his head like fingers on his skin.

She turned over, rearranged her pillow, rubbed at her temple as if she ached. One hand curled over the thin sheet. Aiden wanted to touch that hand, feel her warm, silky skin under his.

“Why did you try to control me?” She asked.

It wasn’t purely an intellectual question, as she wanted it to be. He sensed he had hurt her in some way, disappointed her. She moved restlessly, as if waiting for her lover.

The thought of her with another man enraged him.

“It is my nature to control.” He replied.

He was exhilarated, joyous, yet at the same time all too aware that he was more dangerous than he had ever been. Power always needed control. The less emotion, the easier the restraint.

“Don’t try to control me.” She stated.

There was something in her voice, something he sensed more than named, as if she knew he was a threat to her. And he knew he was.

“How does one control one’s nature, little one?” He inquired.

He saw her smile even as it filled his emptiness, as it registered in his heart and lungs, sending his blood soaring.

“Why would you think I was little? I’m as big as a house.” She taunted with a small laugh.

“Am I believe this?” He asked, thoroughly amused.

The laughter faded from her voice, her thoughts lingered in his blood.

“I’m tired, and again, I apologize. I enjoyed talking with you.” She said.

“But?”

He prompted gently.

“My mother is calling for me. Good-bye.” She stared, cutting him off.

Finality.

Aiden took flight, soaring high above the forest. It wasn’t good-bye. He wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t allow it. His survival depended on her. Something, someone had aroused his interest, his will to live. She had reminded him that there was such a thing as laughter, that there was more to life than existence.

She had aroused him so much more than Emma had.

He didn’t think he would be able to stand a male near her, as he had allowed the wolf boy to touch Emma.

He felt this was different. He knew this was different.

He soared above the forest, for the first time in centuries marveling at the sights. The canopy of waving branches, the way the rays of the sun spilled over the trees and bathed the streams in gold. It was all so beautiful. He had been given a priceless gift. A witch had somehow managed to do this for him. Could her voice alone do the same for the other males on the edge of despair?